High school

Chapter 8: Im Done

December 4. Monday.
I was exhausted. My eyes felt heavy and I felt super sleepy. I barely slept because of my new house guest. I was at my locker getting books that would be necessary for my third period class. As I was about to close my locker a familiar face walked up to me.
Abigail Jets. She was my teammate on the basketball team. She was as tall as me, maybe even taller. She had black hair that was always braided back. She had green eyes and freckles all over her face.
"Hey April." She smiled. "Are you coming to practice tomorrow?" I looked at her with a blank expression.. shit. My season was going to begin in a week. I have way to much going on- NO! I'm not letting her ruin this. This is my junior year, this is important. The way I play this season determines everything for my senior year.
"Uh.. yeah I'll be there." I gave a smile smile.
"Okay, great see you at 4:30 in the gym tomorrow." And she turned and walked down the busy hall. I closed my locker and heard the bell. No.. I'm gonna be late. I started walking a little faster. I think I bumped into a few people and quickly said sorry. I bumped into a group a boys I wasn't really familiar, which resulted in me landing in my stomach. Ouch. When I looked up I see Jordan reaching out one of his hands. He always knew when to come help me. As he was helping me, I heard one of the boys from that group say something that honestly pissed me.
"Dead girl walking- well dead girl on her face." Jordan was pulling me away but I didn't move. I couldn't move. Ever since that incident in the bathroom. People have treated me differently, spread rumors, and I wasn't the one to sit and let someone pick at me. I turned around and faced them.
"What did you say?" I spat him. I was even more agitated by his response.
"Huh?" Idiot. That's the first word that popped into my head. He was an idiot.
"Look go to class or whatever. I wasn't speaking to you." He said obnoxiously. He was itching for it.
"But you were talking about me, which is kind of a pussy move since Im standing right here, but you decided to say it to your friends." I said it loudly. Maybe too loudly. Suddenly kids stopped and looked, creating a circle around the boy, Jordan and I. He looked pissed and I didn't care. Jordan kept pulling my arm but I snatched away from him.
"That's everyone's problem in school. We go around acting like we're untouchable. We spread rumors and lies. And pick on people and judge them when we don't even know the whole story. It's pathetic. And I'm done with it!" I yelled. I was looking at everyone that was gathered around me. I knew some of them weren't listening, but of course they weren't. Assholes. Suddenly Principal James enter the circle.
"Everyone get to class now!" Students start scattering. Jordan quickly starts pulling me, but it's to late.
"Not so fast Mr. Edward, I'll be taking Ms.Jones with me. You can go to class though." Jordan looks down at me, I look at him with a blank face. As usually. He keep staring at me trying to figure it out. He released my arm and headed down the hall.
"Now Ms. Jones.. my office please."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jordan's POV
"But you were talking about me, which is kind of a pussy move since Im standing right here, but you decided to say it to your friends." Once I heard April say that I knew we would draw attention. Suddenly the kids that were just hurrying to class now stopped and watched what was going on. I pulled on her arm again, but she pulled it back away from me. April what's wrong? I thought. What I heard next broke me from my thoughts.
"That's everyone's problem in school. We go around acting like we're untouchable. We spread rumors and lies. And pick on people and judge them when we don't even know the whole story. It's pathetic. And I'm done with it!" She spoke every word with pain behind it. I knew she was speaking about herself, but also Samantha.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We entered his office. He sat behind his desk and I sat in one of the two seats that were facing him.
"So Ms. Jones, care to explain what that was in the hallways." He said crossing his head on top of his desk.
"I'm being talked about." I said simply. "Students in this school are spreading rumors about me as well. And I simply wanted to let everyone know what they really are. They walk around here thinking they can do whatever they want and get away with it. Not this time.. not again." I look up at him. He just stares at me, he doesn't get it does he?
"Well I can't do anything about that, kids talk Ms. Jones." What does he mean, he can't.. "I understand you been through a few rough times but you're strong you'll get over it."
"Get over it?" I chuckle a little. This man is as stupid as everyone else in this school. "Did you tell that to Samantha Greene?" I ask him boldly. He face get extremely serious.
"April.. if that's what you came in here to discuss truly, we have guidance counselors who will listen. To make a screen like that in my hallways is obscured."
"Okay fine let's talk about her then." I don't know what came over me, but I couldn't stop. "Let's talk about how everyone treated her like shit. No one really gave a shit until it was to late. Now you have posters on the walls about suicide... does that make you feel better? Is it supposed to make people feel better? We all ignored her. For crying out loud so did I.. I abandoned her. And I don't even know why." I slowly fade and get quiet. I was speaking nothing but the truth while I was sitting in that chair.
"So you feel guilty for her death?" Was this asshole even listening to anything I said. I had enough. Maybe the lack of sleep or the multiple feelings I was feeling right now, or maybe I was going crazy, really tired me out. That's when she appeared in the seat next to me. Wait... she was talking to the principal? huh?

"Please, Im being picked on, they won't leave me alone." Sam was crying. Her face was falling into her face. Wait her hair had red strands in it? But the only time she had red strands in her hair was in the beginning of 10th grade. Was I viewing a memory of hers?
"Ms. Greene, if you can't tell me who they are I can't help you." Principal James said. He looked concerned, leaning over his desk a little.
"It's everyone." She raised her voice a little. Her hands were in her lap and shaking.
"I can't do anything to the whole school Ms. Greene.. you will have to get over it." What did he just say to her? Her head flashed up..
"Get over it?" She looked broken. If the wind was to blow, she would be blown away as well. That's how fragile she looked.
"Make some friends, join clubs, be yourself and this school year will breeze passed." Sam stared at him, she was thinking and I could hear everything she was saying. He doesn't get.. he'll never get it.. why can't he just help me? I can't do this by myself.. I can't ...
"Thank you... Principal James." She said coldly. Her eyes were dark and empty. She looked defeated, she picked up her book bag and headed towards the door.
"Samantha wait, I feel like there's been a misunderstanding here.. I think-" she cuts him off by raising her hand.
"No sir, I have to get over it, right?" She walked out and closed to door behind her.

"Ms. Jones?" Oh.. he's talking to me.. wait what was that though? She showed me a memory of hers?
"Ms. Jones are you listening?" I had enough. I was couldn't deal being in here anymore.
"Principal James", I chuckled a little. "I'm sorry for disturbing you, I'll be going now." I got up and headed towards the door. He didn't care then and he doesn't care now.
"April wait, I feel like.. you misunder-" I already knew what he was gonna say. And I knew what I was gonna do to tell him that I knew. I raised my hand to silence him. His eyes widen. I repeated her words
"No sir, I have to get over it, right?" The look on his face was priceless, it's like his blood had become icy cold, I turned on my heel and I walked out. And as soon has I did the bell rang. Fourth period here I come.